Summertime Delay

And what's after
Some small forgotten sentiment
A bullet carries
Across the space.
Very hairy, ponds of adversaries
And a swarm of singling out.
Starboard
And most warm,
Mostly shoes have been worn thin.
I have nothing to say, but see-
This is a long long fall to keep you steady
To be mad will be O.K.,
A rude awakening again,
The road to wake and fame (funerals name).
Elegant stage,
Honored babe,
And those eyes keep stabbing me brightly
Apt to pick away.
Hell's divisions put into play:
A memory of visions,
Summertime delay.
Past a wish and a witness,
Post-remiss and well away.
Sauntered, slanted sideways guy
Hanging out on the stoop.
Fallen target, traded it's O.K.
                       Shaken it's O.K.
These hands I have,
These feet to lease,
A hold on what I have thought before.
Single, simple, sectioning,
Part and parcel to the page.
A breath so early
Nearly in and out in vain.
Fairly swift in symmetry
Remember why you came,
Don't fall back in vain.
A careworn smile stays
   Worthwhile
        and
      Thrifty,
Worth all this pain.
Arched and bolted,
Nobody is going anyway,
Or where.
What all this is burgeoning for:
A beginners glance,
A bargain to last.
Eventful with the purchase of a penny,
What for?
What say?

I gave birth to mischief,
Black hearts
And fallen names.
I gave worth to riches
Freedom gave
And took away.
One foot is at six feet deep
The other walks in even frames,
One, two
One, two
Pick a noose soiree.

Havannah

Havannah knows,
   Lays her head
   On a bed of gold.

Dreams, her home
Among the last few bones.
Bold, and with attention to send
A head in the wind
Into a starstruck symphony
  Symmetry of pain
  Cemetery of names,

Pen and pencil
Paper and pistols

Apostle to change.

Spit and Polish

A time for you.
Pulse,
   The gun fires again.

Not to bowl you over
But this one is permanent
   Persistent
And always patient.
   A monster for progress.
   Hold on for your dollars
   Those britches are flying in the wind
   All spiders floating on the breeze
   In dismay.

An aura of pretense, well away.

Maybe the cupboards are closing
   Shelves stocked with feuding
   A popular structure
   Well away.

No harbor,
   Apropos to name.

A motion to elect
   Sonnet made
   Frame of mind
Polished wane
   A moon's delight

No more mimicry or tinkering in the bitter leaves of vanity.
   A motion of delivery
   Style of dictation

Spit and polish.

The Shape of a Dreamer

A mentioning.
In a way there won't be much else to say. Hello.

The way that song sticks
Or the way that night sits
Apprentice to patience.
In a sense a hold on fence.

A hold on fence, a forget-me now towel
Somewhere the machine has hit a slope.
Grinding wheels up exhausted manifolds
The shape of a dreamer.
One might say I have been grinding gears.
One year.
It's a small sense, fallow in time.
A hollow etiquette critiqued
A silent sapling emerges, a dime
Diviner in celebration
A yearning. young yearling. Trust what it may be I'm
                                         Seeing songs to settle the
                                         Dust, enough.

Bubblegum Curtains in a Fog

a push for a pundit.
advanced tactics.
practically awarded.

A forehead heavy with refrain
A partial question.
A fallen leaf paradise
                       Somehow a feeling enabled
                       A list made distance
                       Sitting at a table
                       A miss made witness (sentence)

Always past
A glowing bouquet

I know an empty lake, a piece so plain.
                   All along my name
                   Runs rivers down the rind, a riddle for exchange

All the day can fall out of time

Expedite a facet
The mountain:
                     Placid, touted.

A noble trance
Pour: in turn gainful rapport
Prosperous contours
A magnificent offer, placing a bubblegum curtain.

Peaches and Pearls

Today
    In
A grievance 

Two sides to your world:

Peaches
     &
Pearls (lesions).

Pick a tune
Pick a pearl
Pick a noose soiree.

Day by angry day

A silhouette of seasons
Infractions on the legions
Piece by angry pieces

But if I were just a little bit bold
Throw in my towel,
Walk away.

Pis-ant, sounds a bit conceited.

Puissant, a pebble slips through my sense
                   Last grasp or glimpse
           Albeit from allegory or reason.  

Drop
           Fast
                   A
                       Fence.

And well left
     Gasping for breath
     Like a fish out or left
     On the land well there must be
                                             A deep end...

Where do I go?
What do you see?

It is so quiet I could hear the breeze

Speak to me.
Tell me

Where do you go?
What do you see?

I see this discourse sailing
Apart from angry seas,

Where the seasons have a reason
And the dawn has an ease

(I conceive silence so I can hear you speak).

Abraxas venturing
Capital game.

In conscience tinkering well
And I'll be here again

When the morning comes
(You can't fool me twice).

Silhouette of sun.

Holy Macaroni!

Everything is sacred!
Nothing is sacred!

Holy macaroni
Love and matrimony

Tell me what happens
When you are done.

Subsistence:

Point to shin.